Gender: 2
Race: Gondorian Elf
Height: 5' 11''
Age: at least 10,000+, she's not sure
Family: adoptive brothers- Borormir and Faramir
Animals: a horse-Namarie from Rohan
Weapons: A sword, bow, and her wits; she also hides a knife in her boots

Personality: Stays in shadows if possible. But when she is needed, she will be the leader. Has a fiery temper and can start a fight at the most trivial comment. Stubborn and headstrong archer. Works as a healer sometimes but most of the time as a scholar, advisor, ranger, or just the trouble-making sister of Boromir and Faramir. Mostly shy and smart and can and usually speaks in riddles. Gets tounge-tied easily if one she likes approaches. She hates to fight and kill but will do it if it's for the good of her people. She will not start a conversation only if her brothers make her or if it's necessary. Her wide knowledge on herbs usually saves her from entering Mandos' halls when she usually gets scrapes and injuries. Scrapes and arrow wounds and gashes are normal for her every day life. She is usually shunned by others, giving her no credit for what she does, yet she tries her hardest to fit in. Hates formal balls but attends them for her well-being, only if she does not spot one. Can be found sleeping in bad situations from lack of sleep. Famous among her kin for her pins that has quirky phrases. Prides in being a disgrace to elves everywhere.

Appearance: Tall and sometimes graceful. Grey-blue eyes that are usually filled with sadness or a fire and long brown hair braided and tied back. Has all the qualities of the elves but too many scrapes and bruises on herself. She usually wears the ranger uniform of Ithilien and is a outcast of the group so she usually stays hidden. Wears a dark green cape and a hood. Has muddy boots. In the halls of Minas Tirith, she wears a long dress and her boots along with a sharp knife hidden in her boots. Very rarely she wears that so she roams the halls talking to herself in her ranger uniform and leaving muddy footprints. If she would bare her arms (which she would never, ever do, so don't think about it) there would be scars and bruises. Same on her legs, so she rarely wears short-sleeves. Her pants or dresses usually have a few pockets with books stuffed to the rim. Her other set of clothes includes a long sleeve black or green shirt, a short sleeved shirt edged with silver, pants that are partially covered with the short sleeved shirt and boots, and a mithril belt. There are usually grey worry lines under her eyes and at least one scroll or a bursting bag with her. Hair is usually neatly braided with a simple headdress hanging lopsided and few broken quills stuck in her hair. Bag bursting at the seam with books, quills, scrolls, and more books. Spills on the floor many times a day, so a single spare scroll in tucked into her belt. A single silver necklace with a diamond and a cross hangs on her neck, probably from Eoden or her forgotten past. Only time will tell...

History:

She was one of the Valar but when she was banished she forgot all her memories. When she was “adopted” by Boromir’s mother, she practically ran a day-care center, taking care of Eoden, Imril, Manth, Ioren, Boromir, and Faramir when they were young. After, she told each of them their hidden history and lineage. Soon, she had been at Weathertop during the night of March 3rd when she met up with the WitchKing of Angmar. Her luck, which was few, allowed her to escape unscathed. During the years before the War of the Ring, she met up again with him amd was injured by an poisened Nazgul blade from him. She now has a wound that runs on her left side from her ribs to her waist. Her only friend, Eoden, and possibly her love interest, died shortly after the Nazgul incident. Most people reckon that is why she is so independant and quiet at the same time. After that, her heart seemed to be torn in two. Imril reckons that he hears he sobbing silently at midnight. Recently became a royal scribe of Rohan and Gondor and Arnor and many other places. High advisor. Inherited position as the Captain of the White Tower by her brother, yet she doesn’t like the weight of all the responsiblities.

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